1.50 In Which the Dark Lord is Just Getting Started
It was easily my best landing so far, which wasnt much to brag about considering how many shingles Id crashed into and through in the last few minutes. Thanks to the Surestep Boots I hit the ground in a perfect roll and ca up on my feet, neat as a professional stunt actor. All the impacts and near-misses recently had helped; after taking enough fatal injuries to fell a platoon this night alone I was pretty sanguine about stepping off a roof into a two-story drop to hard pavent. The ongoing adrenaline high didnt hurt, either.
I landed in what was clearly the bedraggled end of a battle. The good news was that I could see at a glance wed won. The bad was Looking around, I found myself questioning whether anybody ever won a battle. Bodies lay everywhere; blood splattered the street and the walls, the stench of it hung in the air, along with the fouler sll of excrentevidence of human intestines having been slashed open.
For a span of three seconds, I stood there, paralyzed by the horror of the spectacle, and my own sudden feeling of helpless uncertainty what I could do. The last of the ard n I could see were in the process of slipping away into various alleys. A vengeful corner of my mind wanted to shoot them in the back, war cris be damned, but I didnt conjure a single Slishot.
Then Aster appeared from the crowd of bloodied won surrounding the space in front of the Alley Cat, her oversized sword held at her side instead of braced across her shoulder like she usually kept it. No doubt because its blade was dripping with blood. I could see that most of the nearest corpses were her work, to judge by the huge wounds marring them.
Apparently bisecting people like Id seen her do that one ti required so fairly specific circumstances to align, but even so, that thing could take off heads with trivial ease, and even when it didnt the damage it caused was catastrophic. I could see, now, how this situation had been the opposite of Asters clumsy duel with Ariders bodyguard back when wed first co to town: Cat Alley made a space of the perfect size, giving her exactly the room needed to swing the greatsword in wide arcs while funneling her opponents into inescapable rows. They mustve gone down like she was scything wheat.
Her appearance, and the small but visible sigh of relief she let out at the sight of , made my brain snap back into focus. People were hurt, all around . I knew what to do about that, it was my whole shtick.
Heal!
Pink light burst around a woman leaning weakly against a wall, clutching a bloody patch on her side. There were more all around; I held the spell in the forefront of my brain, casting as rapidly as I could focus my eyes on anybody.
Heal, Heal, Heal, Heal Heal Heal Heal HealHealHealHealHealHealHeal
My god, they were everywhere. I started walking forward to reach more, my pace rapidly increasing till I was at a near run, pausing only to check down alleys with a quick Light Beam and occasionally finding people in need.
Increasingly frantic, I didnt discriminate, trying to get everyone. So of Lady Grays fallen forces got a free healing and I didnt have ti to begrudge them. Sotis I would miss a beat when I tried to cast Heal on an unmoving woman but the spell didnt react. You cant Heal the dead. Each ti I pressed on. I couldnt stop to deal with that, not when my help was needed. Once I let myself really feel that guilt there was no telling how long itd be before I was any use to anyone again.
If youre healed up and able to move, we need help! Aster called aloud as she paced along at my side, back in bodyguard mode now that I had switched from offensive to healing magic and was fully occupied. Bodyguard, with a hint of administrator. Check inside buildings and down alleys, look behind the brothels and dont forget the canals! Find the wounded who arent out on the street! If they can be moved, bring them out here; if not, yell until we get to you. The Healer is working as fast as he can!
It wasnt as bad as it could have been. As it should have been. These won had gone up against roughly their number in hardened thugs, unarmored and wielding nothing but improvised weapons and curses. I didnt see a single one uninjured, though theyd done surprisingly well, to judge by how many only had relatively minor wounds.
As I rushed from one end of the street to the other, the won organized around , mostly centering on Gannit and so of the less successful madams and veteran prostitutes who had so experience in herding their comrades into line. By the ti Aster and I had made one breakneck triage circuit, more victims had been brought forward from the systematic search of the brothels. Only so of the fighting had spilled indoors, but there it had been bloodiest, usually amounting to one side cornering one or a few mbers of the other. The second pass was slower, though I kept my feet moving as rapidly as they could. We had to divert into the brothels at which the search parties flagged down, dashing to the rescue of won too badly mangled to make it outside. Several tis Aster slipped on blood, trying to keep up with , but my artifact boots kept going.
I saw so truly horrible things in there. The really sick part, though, was that I didnt see anything worse than Id encountered as a result of Cat Alleys business as usual. Justa lot of it, at once.
Maybe that was why these won were able to stay active and quickly organize themselves; as far as I could tell, nobody was as close as I felt to breaking from the sheer stress of it. Seeing that, I pushed myself to keep going. If they could tough it out, so could I.
Our final route was the slowest, due to involving a lot of improvised surgery. A number of the won I had hastily Healed now had crossbow bolts, knives, and bits of glass sealed in their skin; those had to be cut out and Healed again. I was amazed at how little complaining resulted from this. So had to bite down on strips of leather or wads of cloth, as they were carefully cut into, but nobody even blad . They were accustod to pain around here.
During this last, ugliest phase, Madyn joined my side as designated surgeon. For as squeamish as shed been back at the Jugs about killing that guy, she sure didnt shy away from blood or taking a blade to flesh. Well, good on her. At this point I could only envy soone who could still hold onto principles like that. A rotating circle of girls brought her water and pungent alcohol to repeatedly clean the kitchen knife she was using to cut debris out of victims skin. Given that Heal would annihilate any infection as easily as it did an axe wound, that may not have been strictly necessary, but I was sufficiently impressed that these dieval peasants understood the importance of sterilization that I didnt say anything to dissuade them.
When I finished, it was sudden. I hadnt been looking ahead or trying to guess how close we were to the end. I just Healed the fresh wound Madyn had cut in a womans arm to extract a crossbow bolt, looked for the next victim, andthere wasnt one.
Standing there, looking around to verify this, I found my view of the street wavering. What wasoh, I was actually swaying on my feet. That was odd. Oh, well, the boots would
Okay, now its your turn, Gannit ordered, taking my other arm. Aster had grabbed the left one, I blearily realized. She was probably the reason I hadnt fallen down. Back to the Jugs, we gotta get so sustenance into you.
Im
Boy, you know whats nice about you being able to heal literally anything? the old mada said lightly as she led away. If you try to stand there and tell youre fine, I get to smack you as hard as yo deserve for once. Its damn well refreshing, most n are such delicate creatures. Now co on, youve done your job and several other peoples tonight. Ahp! Shut it, Im in no mood for backtalk. Left foot, right foot, there we go.
Turned out I didnt care for what they called blood tea. Whatever it was made from made it a deep crimson in color, with little shifting swirls of black particulate matter on top; fortunately it was actually tea, the liquid not nearly as thick as blood, otherwise I wouldnt have been able to get it down after as much of the real thing as Id seen tonight. Also, it had a deep bitter taste, which was compensated for by more whatever the Fflyr put in their tea to make it spicy and sweet. If I ever needed my sinuses cleared out in a hurry (and for so reason couldnt cast Heal) I now knew how to get that done.
But whatever else it was, blood tea seed to have at least as much caffeine as the sa volu of coffee. After two cups, a mug of water and so crawn stew, I was improved from being as exhausted as I had ever been in my life (and dreading the hike back to North Watch) to feelingwell, functional.
Gannit set up in her common room, which seed to be the new de facto administrative center of the whores revolution. I was tucked away in a corner table being hovered protectively over by Aster, Sakin, Donon, Kastrin and Adelly. Gilder was holding court in another, brashly flirting with several prostitutes who had clearly chosen to find him amusing rather than offensive. I made a ntal note to have a talk with him about how to treat won, and then a second one to first have a talk with Minifrit about that because what the fuck did I know? Far from being proud that I wasnt as sexist as a bunch of the literal rapists Id been dealing with recently, I was left with a lot of uncomfortable realizations about how Id acted toward my girlfriends and other won Id known back in Japan.
But that was an issue for another day.
Gannit was pooling together resources from the nearby brothels to make sure everybody got fed and hydrated, while the remaining whores and madams got people organized. For what purpose I didnt yet know; I was busy surviving my brush with exhaustion and an adrenaline crash, and was doing well to have gotten a al and so tea into without passing out or sobbing. Adrenaline, it turns out, is a hell of a drug, and the withdrawals a bitch.
I did note from conversations that happened near that apparently there were few madams left on Cat Alley, just Gannit and a handful from the poorer brothels near the ends of the street. As it turned out, most of those who profited from the status quo had resisted any change to it, and been turned on by their own workers when rebel furor swept Yrshith Street. A few of the madams whod tried to throw in with Lady Gray had actually been lynched and dumped in the canals, after which the others from the richer brothels here in the center had fled or been chased out.
Just as I pushed away my empty bowl, Gannit stopped on her way by my table, giving a critical look over. Nodding to herself in satisfaction that I was apparently replenished enough to be given shit, she prodded aggressively with a ladle.
You lied to , boy.
Did not. I was still tired and sowhat out of it, but that much I was sure of. I had been very careful to dissemble and deflect every ti I was here, never saying anything to anyone that could be found untrue.
Gannit snorted and folded her arms. Listen here, Spooky, I know the only reason youd have wanted a pair of artifact boots, and I saw you pick up that swishy little sword youve got and suddenly not suck at fighting anymore. Not to ntion that fuckin thing, she added, jabbing the ladle at Biribo, who swooped out of range. He hadnt bothered hiding again after my rooftop duel with Lady Gray. Just cos Ive never seen a familiar in person doesnt an I dunno what one is, and I aint enough of a hick not to know what it ans when soone obviously has all three Blessings.
Mm. I took another sip of my second cup of blood tea, grimacing at the taste. It did wonders to rejuvenate , though. And?
And, you told right to my face that youre not the Hero. Rember?
I shrugged and sipped again, too weary to give this mont the gravitas it probably warranted. Im not.
Gannit stared at , narrowing her eyes. After a mont she let out a little huff, nodded, and then chuckled ruefully. Well. Well, well. No wonder Gray cut and ran from you. I was just thinkin, up there, it was pretty in character for her to think she could kill an actual Hero. This is another matter, aint it?
Is this going to be a problem, Gannit? I asked quietly.
The old woman cackled, slapping her thigh. Is it gonna be a problem, he asks ! You bet your creepy ass, boy. Its gonna be the kind of problems that get books written about em! This is closer to history than I ever wanted to be. But now were all here? Fuck it, youve been straighter and kinder to and mine than any pompous fuckheads from the Convocation. Yeah, youre good with , Healer. Ive only got so many years left anyway, an after tonight? Turns out Ive got a mind to see more shit burned down before I join Hells revels. Its not like there isnt plenty in Fflyr Dlemathlys that needs burning.
With a final wink, she turned and strode off to resu browbeating her employeesand other peoplesinto order.
Okay, I said to those around , setting down the cup. Thanks for standing by, everyone. Whats our situation like now?
Lady Gray got away, as you saw in person, said Aster. At a rough guess, I think a bit more than half her n did, too. The damage we and the Alley Cats did to them tonight has probably ended them as an organization. Itd be a massive loss at the best of tis, but the Olumnach bandits are going to be pushing aggressively into town as soon as they learn of this. Whichll be soon, given how fast Maugro works.
And our losses?
Not bad, she said, placing a hand on my forearm. You did the best
Fourteen dead, Sakin interrupted bluntly. Aster, my love, I appreciate your good intentions but dont coddle him. A commander needs accurate intel or everyone following him is fucked. That said, bossman, shes right. It is miraculous how few losses the whores took, and thats entirely on you and that Heal spell. Infection, trauma, blood loss, disease, and a host of after-the-fact problems like that are the lions share of fatalities from a pitched battle and you completely eliminated that as a factor here. Lady Grays people not only took about the sa in direct losses but weve got at least twenty-five being held prisoner by the girls, and most of the rest are nursing wounds. So will die in the coming days and a lot are gonna be functionally out of commission.
Right. Prisoners. I rubbed my forehead. We need to do sothing about
Done and done, Gannit called, passing by. They werent your prisoners, boy. While I wasnt lookin, apparently so of the girls decided to un-heal the lot. More fodder for the crawns.
Good, Kastrin muttered, fondling the butt of her beloved crossbow.Sorry I missed that.
I hesitated, then decided to let it go. I couldnt exactly complain about these won being bloodthirsty when a cornerstone of my whole strategy here was to provoke that in them. Not like I had any right to throw stones, anyway.
In your opinion, I asked Sakin, whats Lady Grays next move?
If Gannit knows youre the Dark Lord, so does she, he said. The good news is shell keep that to herself. The rumor will spread; enough people saw tonights events to put two and two together, but none of them are going to be considered credible witnesses, and that rumor spreads whenever theres an especially successful bandit leader, warlord, or royal usurper anywhere. Lady Grays motivation will be to quash it. She rules by fear and after the licking she and hers took tonight, shell be barely holding them together as it is. If they get a credible tip that theyre facing off with an actual, honest-to-goddess Dark Lord, most of em will flee the city rather than fuck with that.
Im honestly curious how shes gonna motivate her people to try attacking sothing they all saw her run away from, Adelly added.
Shell gather up any Blessed with Magic shes got and throw them at you, Sakin continued seriously, holding my gaze. Standard strategy for fighting Blessed on an organizational level is to do so asymtrically. Sorcerers against physical fighters and vice versa; matching them with their own kind usually turns into a war of attrition whose only certainty is collateral damage. Now, though, she knows you can slaughter the caliber of Blessed shes got, and that sending Blessed with Might at you is just hand-feeding you artifacts.
I nodded, glancing at the Lightning Staff and what Biribo had identified as a Featherweight Tunic which had been retrieved by my people and laid next to on the table. The other two, whose owners had been rely Immolated and thus survived, had vanished.
Shell most likely lose the Blessed with Magic she sends at you, said Sakin, but after tonight shell consider any loss acceptable if it ans putting you down. Best move will be to use them to put pressure on you and try to create an opening to get a swift kill herself. Without knowing what other artifacts shes got, its impossible to say what specifically shell try, but thats the most viable strategy in her position. And another reason she wont want it getting out that youre the Dark Lord; her remaining Blessed are not going to toss themselves on a sacrificial altar if they know thats what it is.
Hm. SoI could counter her by publicly declaring myself
Whoah! Biribo objected. Trust , boss, youre not there yet!
Lizards right, Sakin agreed, nodding. As soon as theres a verified Dark Lord, everyone will co at you. Youre good, Lord Seiji, and youve gained a lot of in-person power with the artifacts from tonight, but youre not ready to personally fend off the entire Kings Guild, and that would just be the first wave. The last Dark Lord stomped through whats now Fflyr Dlemathlys and the Clans wont have forgotten that shes what made the previous regi collapse. Nothing motivates powerful people like a threat to their powerthe Clans are just Lady Gray with better table manners. Theyll unite to put you down, and the King might actually be able to solidify his own rule if hes got a compelling threat like a Dark Lord to rally everyone against.
I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. So That being the case, Lady Gray could really fuck over by letting them know.
Thats pretty much the one thing she cant do, Sakin disagreed. Shes got negative credibility with any legit authority to begin with. If she tried to start that rumor about her obvious rival for power being the Dark Lord Well, thats way too convenient to be believable. The fact that its the literal truth is just hilarious. He grinned broadly in apparently genuine mirth.
Dark Lord or no, after tonight were going to be a very much more identifiable group, Aster murmured, frowning out at the common room. Theres just no way to move this many people at once without leaving a huge trail. Anybody who wants to know where the Healer is based will be able to find North Watch pretty easily after that.
Yeah, we need to get to work properly fortifying it, Sakin agreed. Fortunately the necessary work should be doable, Lord Seiji. Ill give you my recomndations; with Harold and Kassers skills and all these extra hands, we can get it done, probably with the materials we have on hand.
Given the state of North Watch, with its broken gates and crumbling walls, I heavily doubted that, but decided to take him at his word for the ti being.
All right. I think thats enough dallying. I pushed back from the table, standing up. What exactly has been the purpose of all this running back and forth Im seeing?
Whaddaya think? Gannit asked, coming over again. Now, I saw, she had a leather satchel slung over her bony shoulder. Everybodys gettin packed and organized. Your boy here let slip that youve got a defensible base, and after tonights work it aint like we can all stay in Gwyllthean. Gray aint dead, and shes as pissed as anyone has ever been. Shell go right to work picking off whoever she can get her little claws on. Not everybodys coming, Healer, but Ill eat my own ass if you got less than fifty won out there ready to march.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. All right. Then Id better not keep them waiting any longer.
She wasnt kidding. They were not only ready, but waiting; the last occupants of the Jostled Jugs common room trickled out while I gathered myself, and when I stepped onto the street with Aster and the others behind , it was to find a crowd already ford. Theyd made a semicircle around the front of the Jugs, most carrying bundles and many still holding their cobbled-together weapons. No one was still actively hurt anymore, but the nights brutal work still showed in torn and bloodstained clothing.
Gilder stood grinning hugely in the front row, both arms raised to wrap around the waists of the two amused-looking prostitutes bracketing him, one of whom I noted had a grip on his collar. I was gonna have to do sothing with that boy.
Id kept my hood down, and now turned my head slowly, taking in as many faces as I could. I didnt know everybodys na after just two months of weekly visits, but I recognized all the won I could see.
I had recognized those who had died, too.
Kadret, I said, stepping off the Jugss stoop and nodding to her. You and your friends joined out of principle and did good work under pressure. I will rember that. In fact, going forward, I may find myself relying on youbecause I know, now, that you ladies have a limited tolerance for bullshit. That is imnsely valuable to . I am just beginning to learn how easily violence and power can lead to a self-destructive spiral, and I need people around wholl say so when things go too far. I want you to always feel free to speak up if you see a need. If you have concerns, over anything, Ill hear them out.
Kadret was smiling by the end of that little speech, as were four of her five cohorts, none of whose nas Id learned yet. The fifth had folded her arms and was regarding with a pensive expression, but at last she didnt look openly skeptical.
Glad to hear that, Lord Seiji, said Kadret, nodding. We wont let you down.
I believe you wont. Now, Craed. I turned to him; he imdiately stepped forward out of the crowd, followed by his two friends. I really needed to start learning nas, especially of this group. You lads joined up in the middle of a fight out of simple opportunism. Im going to have to rember that, too. Youve done right by and mine, and helped turn the tide, and I honor good work.
Craed nodded, the ghost of a smile flitting across his lips. But?
But things arent always going to go my way, I said, holding his gaze. Eventually, a ti will co when Im in the position Lady Gray was: against the ropes, beset by an enemy I cant easily defeat. I dont know when that ti will coit likely wont be for yearsbut its one of the inevitabilities of life. Theres always a bigger fish. However long it takes, thats how long you boys have got to make yourselves absolutely indispensable.
Belatedly, I rembered they didnt know what fish were. Nobody comnted, though; apparently my aning was clear.
We can do that, Lord Seiji, Craed said with utter self-confidence, nodding again. Especially with the kind of opportunities a boss like you creates. Youll be impressed, I guarantee it.
I hope so. My previous warning to Sakin applied; I needed morale, and that required to cultivate a sense of fairness. I couldnt have anybody taken for quiet walks in the forest. At least, not at this juncture. It seed likely to that Craed and his buddies were going to be trouble, though. Id have to talk with Sakin about arranging an opportunity for them to betray . Them and maybe Jakkin, if he wasnt too wishy-washy.
God, this place had done a number on . And I was only getting started.
I drew in a slow breath and let it out before continuing in a carrying tone, now constantly moving my eyes to keep watch over the whole group.
If theres one thing I know about life, on this world or any other, its that theres always another bastard. You deal with a crook, and then theres a corrupt guard. And behind him a rchant, a priesta lord. A king, an emperor, even a goddess. It just never stops. From the alleys and brothels to the halls of heaven itself, its bastards all the way down. Well, look who Im telling.
That got a stir of grim chuckles from the crowd. Folding my hands behind , I found myself beginning to pace up and down in front of the Jugs.
This is where Id like to promise you all sothing better. And, dont mistake , I intend to do the best I can to help whoever I can. All of you know what I can do. I will heal whoever I can reach, and protect whoever my power can extend to cover. I hesitated, drew in another breath and let it out. But youve all seen, tonight, that there are limits to my power as there are to anyone elses. I cant be everywhere, or do everything. Sotis, the bastards win. Thatwill never change. I am not here to save the world. I dont really think thats how worlds work. As long as there are people on it, no matter what we do, eventually things will crumble and go to shit. As long as there are goddesses looming over us allwell, theres no telling what we might suffer just because one of them has a whim.
I paused, both in speaking and pacing, feeling my hands clench involuntarily into fists at my sides.
Im fucking sick of it.
This got a lot of nods and so angry mutters of agreent.
Thats not an excuse not to try! Becausehell, what else are we gonna do? Just lie down and take it? I spread my arms in a wide shrug. I wont promise you safety, or justice, or certainty of anything. In the end, we all co up against sothing we cant defeat. Everybodys blood spills just the sa. The bastards stay in power because they keep us all too afraid and desperate to take a risk of reaching for sothing betterbut you see, thats their mistake. They take too much. They cant help themselvesits a sick compulsion, for people who have power over others. The bastards always want more, and more, until finally theyve driven us to a point where we have nothing left to lose. Not even our own lives, not when the only certainty is a cruel death at the end of all this.
Im not going to save the world, no. Im going to do what I can, to heal and to help and to protect whoever I can along the way. But that is not the point. I will assure you of my best efforts and intentions, but you all know what those amount to in the end. I will promise you only one thing: vengeance. Not equity, not justice, not the victory of good in the endbecause what is good without evil, and what is evil but a word the powerful use to describe whatever threatens them?
I pointed up and behind , where the outward-arching walls of Gwyllthean lood over us all in the darkness, the eternal and implacable fact of life for everyone scraping out an existence in the Gutters.
If you want to run away and hide, know that I have nothing bad to say about that decision. Hell, Ill respect your common sense. But if youre as sick and fucking tired as I am of all this bullshit, if you just dont have the strength for more common sense and patience while youre getting pissed on by smirking morons who dedicate their whole lives to pretending theyre better than us, then you co with . Were not going to save the world, oh no. Were going to go find the bastards who broke it, and fuck em up.
The roar of approval that erupted was a physical thing, very nearly pushing back. It didnt, though, and I held my arms wide, letting their rage wash over , nourishing and stoking my own back to life. I was only the catalyst; the rage was there, the result of everything wrong with this horrible, stupid world, just waiting for soone to co along and forge it into a weapon.
Id done that, and now I had to wield it, because tonights events had proved that what Id unleashed couldnt be contained. If I didnt take the lead, the rage animating these people would find another outletand I had much better plans for them than to let their lives be squandered on the spears of a few crooked soldiers in this miserable backwater town.
This scream of primal rage was the sound of changethe promise of a reckoning that would roar across this island and every other. It was the sound of the Dark Lord rising.
I know youre watching, Virya, I whispered to the sky, inaudible beneath the still-swelling cheer of victory and fury that rose throughout Cat Alley. Enjoying the show, right? Laugh while you can. Youre on my list.
End of Book 1
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